The Destination.

‘Why do you hesitate

To come to me

When you know

I’m your final destination.

Look at you now…

So uncertain

Full of possibilities

And high probabilities

Struggling

Working you fate

Frantically

For a secure next step

Or a leap

Yet you know deep down,

Secure is just an illusion

And finite doesn’t exist

The place where you are right now.

It’s only for me

To define and master those two

And implement, of course.

Just once,

Close your eyes

And shiver under my glassy stare’,

Said Death to Me,

As I stepped over his threshold.

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